Authors Note:
This story involves a wife's infidelity. Without any repercussions. If you do not like these types of stories ... please move on to something you do like. However if such stories are something you can or do appreciate – realizing they are mere fiction and fantasy – please enjoy.
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"I think we should move this party into the guestroom." Tom's words echoed in Kat's ears, confirming what she already knew; that Chris would not be the only friend fucking her tonight.
But when had this been decided? How had it been decided? And what made it okay? Her acceptance? Tom's? She lay slumped against the table asking herself these questions, her ass hovering precariously in the air atop her quivering legs.
Those questions were pushed aside unanswered as she was lifted off the table and into someone's arms. Opening her eyes she saw that it was Ben confidently carrying her across the room, toward the guestroom. There the others were already waiting, each in various stages of undress, exposed cocks pulsing in readiness.
They'd pulled the blanket off the queen size bed. She was laid atop the sheets, her head resting on a pillow. Multiple hands converged on her at once. Someone pulled her skirt off and stuffed a pillow under her ass, raising her hips off the bed. Hands caressed her thighs, scratching delicate lines in her flesh, massaging her trembling muscles. Another set of fingers danced across her belly, her abs quivering under their touch. Each of her breasts was fondled by a different man, their distinct assaults making each mound ache accordingly.
She lay there reveling in the sensations, electricity crackling along her nerves. Her legs had fallen partially open, her knees bent slightly, and now they scissored open a little further. Between them her pussy glistened wetly, a drop of Chris' cum drying within her slit. Above her quivering belly her chest rose and fell with her shallow breaths, her full breasts shuddering under the hands fondling them. Her arms were tossed above her head, her fingers lightly scratching at the pillow case. Her head lulled to one side, her bottom lip trembling, her eyes closed.
"Help her spread her legs wider," someone said.
The hands caressing her thighs gently pulled, splaying her wide and bending her knees more.
She let them, planting her feet afterward. Opening her eyes she glanced around the room. On her left Bill knelt upon the bed, one hand filled with her tit, his other holding his hard cock. Joe was on her right, hands similarly engaged. Climbing onto the bed between her legs was Ken, his own rigid cock in hand. The others stood nearby, Chris the only one not sporting a firm member.
Instinctively she reached for the pair of cocks nearest her. Bill and Joe happily released their own holds, allowing her to wrap her fingers around the poles. She tugged on them, her fingers squeezing hungrily. Joe's newly freed hand gripped her hair and turned her to face his crotch as he leaned forward. Together they guided the tip of his cock to her lips which gradually parted as he slid himself past them and into her mouth.
"Mmm," she moaned around the shaft, tugging on its base.
Ken moved up between her legs. He placed the tip of his cock at her waiting opening. Pressing forward he penetrated her easily, his crotch soon mashing against hers.
"Mmm!" she moaned again, her back arching off the bed slightly, her hips rolling to grind herself against him.
Ken pulled back, extracting a few inches before sliding forward again and filling her once more.
Again she moaned, her body trembling upon the bed.
"Fuck that's beautiful," Tom sighed off to one side.
The other audience members agreed. Their words reminded her again of their presence . . . and the show she was giving. Reminded her that they were watching her . . . watching her being fucked and handled by these men. Watching . . . and waiting their turn.
Sweltering gusts blew through Kat, fanning her flames. She squeezed and tugged vigorously on the pair of cocks she held, sucking hard on Joe's. Her hips rolled. Her back arched higher, feeding herself to the man in her pussy.
Ken withdrew again. Pushed forward. Withdrew. Penetrated. Again and again he rocked himself at her, his cock sliding in and out with a steadily building rhythm.
Joe's hips did much the same, humping back and forth at her face, his cock fucking her mouth.
"Mmm. Mmm!" Lying there, being fucked by the two men, Kat felt her fires grow into a raging inferno. Another orgasm stirred to life within her loins, the flames driving it toward its release. Her body trembled, her muscles quivering with sharp jolts racing along her nerves. Her grip tightened on the cocks she held and she jerked at Bill's while sucking Joe's.
The two men's hands grew heavier on her tits, mauling the pliant mounds with the hunger she was inciting. Outside of the foursome the others cheered quietly, reminding her that they were still watching . . . and that their lust was building as well.
"Oh yea," Ken grunted, the force of his thrusts continuing to grow.
"Oh Baby. Suck it," Joe urged.
"Fuck yea. Fuck yea," Ken groaned. His thrusting cock filled her again and again, stuffing her pussy.
Kat's orgasm was drawn forward, led to the verge of release. She whimpered needily around Joe's cock. With her attentions being pulled in three directions her hips couldn't maintain a smooth rhythm with Ken's robust fucking. Instead they humped and jerked atop the pillow spastically, cramming herself at him.
"Yes. Suck it, woman. Suck my cock."
"Mmm," she didn't know if Joe would cum in her mouth, making her swallow, or pull out to spray her with his warm semen . . . and she didn't care. She only knew she wanted him to cum . . . him and his two friends. She wanted to feel their cocks unloading for her . . . in her . . . on her.
Then she wanted the others to have their turn.
Where these thoughts . . . these feelings . . . these dirty feelings were coming from she had no idea. She only knew they were there . . . in her mind . . . in her body. Rising from somewhere deep inside her they were pushing her . . . driving her through the night's events . . . and they were all her lustful body cared about.
So she laid there, being fucked by the men . . . being used for their pleasure . . . and reveling in the pleasures they were giving her. Her tits were assaulted, the men's fingers squeezing and kneading hungrily. Her pussy was drilled, Ken's rigid cock pounding into her again and again. Joe's cock slid along her lips, stroking the sensitive nerve-endings. With each demanding thrust of their cocks her lust was stoked higher and higher.
"Damn she's hot," Bill growled.
